It's 7pm on an autumn Friday night in Sydney, and ambling through Chinatown are your usual sometime throngs of students, office workers and families eager to start the weekend. But it's not terribly crowded or over-run with people, and even as you shudder and jolt your way upwards in the poky dilapidated box of an elevator on Liverpool Street, you have little idea of what lies in wait to greet
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